Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Be Bop Deluxe to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.